Yan Guo.

The first year of Wenhe, spring.

A thunderclap exploded, and the heavens and the earth seemed to shake.

The palace maid Bai Chan was awakened, and vaguely in the earth-shattering thunder, she heard a terrible wail and broke through the sky.

This defeated and cold Qianqiu Palace is a cold palace that is taboo for everyone in the palace, except for her and the eleventh princess of the previous dynasty, few people have come.

Princess?

Bai Chan seemed to suddenly remember something, and rolled out of bed in fright.

The scream just now must have belonged to the eleventh princess.

She grabbed a wind lantern and illuminated the twisting and dilapidated cloister to find Princess Eleven.

"Princess—"

In the silent Qianqiu Palace, on a rainy night in spring, the cold wind is stinging, and there is a faint smell of blood.

Bai Chan walked to a corner, and suddenly saw a bright light in the pavilion in the courtyard.

She looked up, the dilapidated white gauze tent fluttered in the wind, and she faintly saw three figures.

Just by looking at it, she knew who it was.

The noble and ruthless Emperor Zhan Yu, Qiu Fengyi, who is about to be the mother of the world, and Bai Yuan, the first guard beside the War Emperor.

No, not three people.

Bai Chan took a closer look, and his body suddenly collapsed to the ground.

He covered his lips tightly, and didn't dare to make a sound.

She saw that there was another person in the pavilion, the woman in the white shirt, the spring night was unexpectedly cold, but she was thinly dressed, her black hair was scattered at her side, and her hands were open.

Unexpectedly, he was pierced through the arm by two sharp swords and nailed into the large pillar of the pavilion.

The woman who was nailed there covered in blood was none other than Zhao Zishi, the eleventh princess of the former Zhao Kingdom.

Three years ago, the Zhao State fell, the Zhan family won the victory, established the Yan State, the Zhao family became a prisoner, and many clansmen died in humiliation.

When leaving this eleventh princess Zhao Zi.

The remnants of the Zhao family pinned their hopes for the restoration of the country on Zhao Zishi, but who would have thought that Zhao Zishi fell in love with the unfavored Nine Emperor Princes of Yan State.

A month ago, Zhao Zishi, who was carried away by love, used the army to restore the country at any cost to help Zhan Yu kill his father and brother, and won the world.

Originally, I thought that the war emperor would know the favor and retribution, but who knew that the war emperor was in the upper position, and wantonly slaughtered the army of the restoration of the country, 100,000 soldiers, and the blood flowed like a river, staining the moat red.

Just yesterday, the eleventh princess Zhao Zishi was sent to the altar to sacrifice to the gods and gods.

Zhan Yu personally told the world that the eleventh princess has divine light, and drinking her blood can cure all diseases.

The foolish people in the world were fooled one after another, cutting her with a hundred knives to get blood.

Zhao Zishi was infatuated, but in exchange for despair, hell was behind her.

At this moment, Zhan Yu stood in front of her, approaching her step by step, and with the sword in his hand, he forced her into the cold hell abyss.

The wind tore the white gauze tent to the sound of hunting, and the bright lightning illuminated the face of the war emperor very clearly.

Like the outline of ice sculpture and snow, the nose is as tall as a carving, the thin and cool lips, and the smooth and cold chin reveal the cruelty and ruthlessness of this person everywhere.

He stood in front of her dressed in black, slaughtering.

"Eleven, it's only to blame that you were born anti-bone, killed too much, and your hands were covered with blood." He curled his lips and smiled cruelly.

The pair of slender phoenix eyes looked at her like that.

His eyes were full of lunar calendars, and he slowly continued: "So, it's not that I want to kill you, but that the people of this world can't tolerate you." ”

He opened his hands, as if helpless.

More than that, it's a kind of lazy and lazy cruelty.

He lifted his lips again and seemed to be very reluctant to say: "I am also reluctant to kill you." ”